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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Poem for my birthday


POEM 74



But for this unhappy man there is not clear path leading out of the blind alleys of the world.

           Nathan A. Scott, Jr., The Poetry of Civic Virtue





Immune to



ghetto

glittering

gutter

glorification



the attic

of the bone house

of seven senses



eternalizes



Ella's

essential

excellence



leaves

this bitter earth

a better world.









Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

July 2, 2017

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